Tag Archives: desolation

Metrics

Posted on November 20, 2025 by John Biscello

Dust is time’s response to dreaming. Dreams–desolate, unmade, spectral—wafting as winds carry out the ceremonial twitch of pallbearing.

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Last Picture Show

Posted on November 20, 2025 by John Biscello

   Does time-resin sting our eyes? Does desolation call forth our most solitary angels? Our loneliest most homesick angels? Desolation allows to become a vagrant, rooted in blessed nobody, divergently attuned to an original script. The wind writes in the … Continue reading →

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Interior

Posted on November 20, 2025 by John Biscello

   It was a town caught in the pinwheeling stasis between living and dying, between chrysalis and mortuary. I want to examine why it is I am drawn to places like this, why I always return to this specific feeling … Continue reading →

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Way Station

Posted on October 11, 2025 by John Biscello

I walked to the train station at night. I was going to drive. It was a hot day, I had already been out walking in the sun, and I thought—just drive to the train station. But when it was time … Continue reading →

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Of Place and Haunt

Posted on October 11, 2025 by John Biscello

It was a town caught in the thorny stasis between living and dying, between mortuary and chrysalis. I want to examine why it is I am drawn to places like this, why I always return to this specific feeling of … Continue reading →

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Observance

Posted on October 22, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Streets, vivid in character and starred in the calm lore of desolation and subtext, train the wanderer’s interest to stop, notice, gaze deeply at or into causes warming us to the effects through which we … Continue reading →

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Dispatch

Posted on October 22, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Scent of coming rain, accompanied by silence– Solitude holds sway.

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